Bury Me In Philly

Can I move to California and keep my head held high?

These bipolar East coast forecasts leave me fried

And I got lonesome there, since the day she died

I never been too good at saying long goodbyes

So write me one good song and dry my sister's eyes

And bury me in Philly when I die

Bury me, bury me yeah

If I delete all my profiles can I make you come

A digital golden calf at first, it, it seemed like fun

But it gets lonesome there, and I could use some sun

All the clicks and likes, they feel like hit and runs

I'm turning off my phone, I'm turning in my gun

You can bury me in Philly when I'm done

Bury me, bury me

Give my sixty five to Tim and dry my sister's eyes

And bury me in Philly when I die

Let the ground beneath my feet, fail if it wants to now

You've got dancing shoes, I've got blues to lose and I want you to

Show me how, I'm ready for it now

I can show you that I love you if you'll let me in

I don't need a savior if I don't believe in sin

But it gets lonesome here, out on a limb

I'm singing ragged songs and howling broken hymns

So come on Golden State let me in

They can bury me in Philly in the end

In the end, in the end

Bury me, bury me yeah

Give my sixty five to Tim and dry my sister's eyes

And bury me in Philly when I die

Give my sixty five to Tim and dry my sister's eyes

And bury me in Philly when I die